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I split the silence

Dirty hands on my protected shell

It all comes out now

As i piss on humans narrow views

This true hatred

Forged by the presence of you smell

Louder n´ louder

As i crush your skull and split your truth

I think it was me

Buried between two black doors

Increasing noise

I’m so pleased with knifes

A lonely evening

Crossroads and the blade

I’m drifting novembers fire

Bloody hell! My hands are sore

Keep the distance from me bastards

I guess the final stab is mine

I ascend into disguise

What a beautiful noise

I’m concealed by walls

Rotten hands in my mouth

Increasing noise

As i broke all your laws

Am i lonely this night?

Crossroads and the blade

You may now count the drops

My infection on the snow

I’m drifting novembers fire

Bloody hell! My hands are sore

Keep the distance from me bastards

I guess the final stab is mine